Go ahead. Take out a map. Any map. Anywhere. Special names
that may have a meaning to you, or at least to someone. And how is it we end up where we are and how did we get here in the first place? Beautiful names like Blue Sky, Tiger Lily, and
thousands of others. In some cases family members were the reason to be where we are, in other cases work transfer, or we
looked for a view of the forest, or the ocean, or the mountains.
And we settled. We became modern settlers. Not moving by
horse and wagon, but plane, train, truck or other. Move and
settle. Settle and move. Sometimes for a change or sometimes
because we changed. Closer to college. Closer to our friends,
further from our friends. And so on. Yes, we moved. Moved in
and moved out, moved north and moved south. Moved up and moved down. Into the city and out to the town. Moving on.
And you can only guess and wonder if that moving was sometimes just an experiment. Might we prefer Phoenix to
Los Angeles, might like Portland better than Detroit? Say what?
And often, no rhyme or reason. Just get in the car and go. Find
the first place that has a welcome sign and settle. For a time.
For a month. For a year. Until the children grow. Until the children reach high school. Until husband gets a transfer. Until
we just get tired of moving and stop and stay where the good Lord took us.

And something about people and places, about maps and mountains, prairie and valley. Near the orchard. No, can't
be there, the allergy might act up.  So pack and move again,
close to the ocean only to decide its too dark at night and we
pack and move and settle. Again. And again. Until.....it seems
we have become captivated and drawn into a place for whatever
reason is the right one and we stay. And live. And grow old and
then one day we express that old sentiment...."Ah gosh, does it really matter...."